Photo by Katherine Fleitas
The object in my pocket is a bounced cheque. It came from a client that was not honourable in a business transaction. Sometimes we bounce cheques because of unfortunate circumstances. But, this cheque was given with the intent of not paying for services rendered. It makes me feel sad. When we do good things with good intent, sometimes others do not respect you or themselves.
Hopefully this cheque will be rectified soon and deposited into the bank.
Photo by Katherine Fleitas
Besides a hole I have a monocle (a glass magnifier) 3 1/2” diameter.
I use it as a visual aid. For fine print and to see slivers. I also loan it to others to start a fire.
I had it for at least 10 years. It goes in my non busy pocket. I can’t go anywhere without it. It reminds me of Col Klink from Hogan’s Heroes.
This object empowers me to see. No sorry I can’t give it up.
Hopefully it will be with me for a long time.
Photo by Katherine Fleitas
Photo by Katherine Fleitas
In the small front pocket of my front satchel emerge two objects from pocketology excavation:
1) A wrapper for a gluten & nut free snack bar. It’s traveled from Winnipeg to Toronto from backstage of the theatre, to airport lounges, an airplane & finally on my bike in Toronto. It reminds me of all the people who support, wonder and question why I don’t eat wheat. I can’t. It makes me sick in many ways. So I stay supplied when I travel.
2) A Band-Aid brand adhesive bandage that has also traveled from Winnipeg to Toronto. Others like it protected painful cuts & blisters from last month’s work, providing me moments of happiness from my battle wounds. But if my wounds can be given temporary happiness from a small bandage they can’t be all that bad compared to the wounds of the world.
Photo by Katherine Fleitas
This is a bill just a bill not on capital hill.
Just a bill
“It’s paid”
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Photo by Katherine Fleitas
This sandpaper is a form of an address book.
When you’re working and you have your hands full of pant and someone calls you, you use whatever you can to write an address down.
Photo by Katherine Fleitas
This pack of Marlboros was purchased 2 weeks ago when I said “this is my last pack”, until I was given a bag of illegal native reserve smokes. I just used the Marlboro pack to house the bag smokes cuz carrying a ziplock bag of smokes would be strange. Its taking some wear + tear but it works. I really like Marlboros, they’re a classic and really tasty, carrying this pack reminds me of how good they taste.
I hope this pack doesn’t end up on the street but it probably will. I can always get another one.
Photo by Katherine Fleitas
My sunglasses were a gift from my girlfriend.
I had to go to the glasses store in pacific mall 5 times to get these because they got my prescription wrong the first time.
I use a different case than what came with the glasses because the original one is too large to fit in my pocket.
Photo by Katherine Fleitas
This is my TTC coin.
I got it after getting fired and then going to watch Alice in Wonderland…then wondering to the subway and going the wrong direction. Twas quite an adventure but what is life without adventure???
Photo by Katherine Fleitas
I got my first blackberry when on an impulse and on the advice of a few mentors. I decided to make a drastic career change and enter the world of politics.
On my first day arriving at the ministry of health my blackberry was waiting for me on my desk with a short note; it was never to leave my side again.
Through the last few years I’ve switched models more than once but it has really never left my side. It has been with me through thick and think and on more than one occasion woken me up in the still of the night.
In December of last year I left politics, but not my blackberry. It remains an essential part of my day to day life.
I am addicted.
Photo by Katherine Fleitas
My grandfather’s handkerchief or one of them (new) my mom gave to me when the other ones wore out. It came from the cotton fields to cloth factory to hanky factory to Montreal to Waterloo ONT. to Toronto.
I switched to hankys last year, they are much better than Kleenex! Reminds me of my grandfather & my mom. Makes me feel secure also safe from sneezes.
Also Enviro Friendly
Photo by Katherine Fleitas
